Although the old wound has healed, it still leaves an ugly scar that can't be covered up, why uncover it?
No one is holding onto that matter to talk about anymore.
Just focus on the present—this matter.
Oliver Bloom held the clothes at his fingertips, with a slight touch of almost imperceptible teasing amidst his stern demeanor.
He asked, "I thought it was long discarded, didn't expect you still kept it."
"That's because... keeping it as a memento is good too, at that time, I realized… I really, really liked you..."
She had never liked someone as much; even humbly acting like a scavenger, she wanted to keep a piece of him as a memory for herself.
Even though she later married him, seeing this piece of clothing would still feel aggrieved, just like Oliver Bloom seeing it might feel humiliated.
"Oliver Bloom... if you don't want to see this piece of clothing, throwing it away is—"
"Suit yourself," said Elise Don without getting the chance to finish.
